Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Can. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.